° Don't Worry きけんな°

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"Hurry up!"

Seokjin yelled to Hoseok as he was finishing up the graffiti. Hoseok was signing the wall with his nickname in a vibrant blue color.

Hoseok added a few finishing touches, but Seokjin had already finished his. They had no reason to be doing this but being the wreck less teenagers they are, they had reasons.

"There. It's done. Now let's go !"

Seokjin pulled Hoseok by the hood as he heard police sirens not too far away.
The two ran as the police came closer and closer. Stupidly enough they had left the cans of graffiti on the floor and some still in Seokjin's bag, falling out behind him making a path.

"Hyung! Close your bag the cans are falling out!"

Hoseok pulled Seokjin's bag off his back and quickly zipped it closed as they continued to run as far away from there as possible.
As they kept running, the material slowly ripped because of the mass.

"Hoseok-ah the bag is ripping! Just throw it out over the bridge ok?!"

Reaching the bridge, Hoseok took the backpack off in a split second and threw it over the rail of the bridge. He was sad to throw that bag away because it held a lot of memories form when he was younger.

When things were normal.

The bag's speed was accelerating as the floor got closer but as it was about to reach the floor, it had got caught on a branch of a tree.

"Damnit!"

He was worried that the police would find that bag use it to find them with dogs and turn them into slaves.

Yes. Slaves.

"Leave it! It doesn't matter! They won't be able to reach the bag, it's too dangerous for them to go near the river."

Seokjin explained,which seemed to calm Hoseok down for the time being.

Hoseok stared at the sunset and admired it for a second before realizing that they were in the middle of running from the police and trying to get to their hideout before nightfall. No one is safe when the moon is out.

"Come on there's not much time left!"

Hoseok and Seokjin looked behind them and saw the police cars getting closer. They immediately sprinted to the other side of the bridge and knocked over a few old motorbikes and rubbish bins, slowing the police down, so that they could gain some time.

After a while the police sirens got quieter and quieter. The two boys had ran throughout the whole city in less than fifteen minutes and were exhausted. They reached their little hideout, which was an old metro station, almost fainting from how out of breath they were.